Liang Xusheng, pressured by his mother for years to get married, finally snapped one day. He slammed his hand on the table and declared to his best friend, Lu Xun, “Your mom’s hounding you to get married, my mom’s hounding me to get married. Your mom wants you to find someone from a similar background, my mom wants me to find someone no worse off than our family. Our moms are best friends, and we’re practically childhood sweethearts. Let’s just get married!”
Lu Xun was silent for three seconds. On the fourth, he nodded. “Okay, let’s get married.”
Liang Xusheng thought marrying his bro Lu Xun meant freedom from his mother’s nagging and a blissful continuation of his otaku lifestyle, filled with anime and games. He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Little did he know that the small changes he made to decorate their marital home, perfectly in line with both their tastes, actually hit the bullseye of Lu Xun’s ideal vision of a home.
The few meals he cooked for Lu Xun, waiting for him to come home and eat together, aligned perfectly with Lu Xun’s yearning for married life.
Even his accidentally exposed long, fair legs happened to be exactly Lu Xun’s aesthetic preference.
As a result, while Liang Xusheng remained relatively unfazed by married life, Lu Xun, right under his nose, had fallen head over heels in love.
Liang Xusheng’s view of Lu Xun: My bro.
Lu Xun’s view of Liang Xusheng: Wife, wife, wife.
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